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This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Auction Day 20 Flora Carrow

Word Count: 406

Flora shoved the bag under her robe and glanced around. It was bad enough she had to come this way to begin with, but to be caught with such a thing... If her house found out about this! They were already calling her and her sister soft for not joining the Inquisitional Squad.

Flora had no interest in torturing Muggle-borns, or half bloods, or anyone else for that matter. It was a mistake she was in Slytherin at all. Her whole family was Slytherin and she lacked the courage to do otherwise. She knew where the hat had wanted to place her, but she hadn't been strong enough to accept its wisdom.

Now, she was wondering if that was a mistake. She had already gotten caught in the kitchen giving cookies to the house elves. She wasn't paying them, just showing them a kindness, something she knew no one else seemed capable of doing.

That was where she'd met her – Hermione Granger, the Gryffindor Princess. Flora had heard about the girl, being a year younger as to never share any classes. She'd heard Draco talking about how stupid she was, how ugly, how just completely Muggle Hermione was.

Flora knew now that Draco as the ugly idiot. Hermione wasn't ugly. She wasn't stupid, and who cared if she was a Muggle-born? Flora had listened when Hermione talked to the elves, having hidden herself out of sight.

She listened while Hermione talked about being enslaved, about freedom, about payment. Flora had never considered any of those things before. Now, she was in completely over her head, both with the movement and with Hermione Granger.

She glanced around the empty corridor and sneaked into her common room. Thankfully, no one was there. She pulled a hat out of the bag, placed it under a chair, put another next to the fireplace, and a third by the window. She could feel the giant squid watching her and she wondered if maybe it too should be free?

Flora knew the hats were disappearing from the Gryffindor Common Room, knew there were still elves left in the kitchens. The goal was to free them all before Christmas and not fall completely in love with Hermione. Flora had a feeling she was already failing at that last part, but she needed to focus on the elves for now, and her feelings for the worst person to fall in love with, later.